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Friday

I begin my day with a mantra meditation and central thought, both inspired by the meditation series created by Deepak Chopra and Oprah Winfrey: “So hum.” I am. I am free. I am free. I am free.

The mountain I imagine I face is a Rocky Mountain from near to where I come from. Banff. Snow at the top. Ice on the peak. Beautiful skiffs of snow blowing off the top. Sky full of colour. Beautiful. Continue reading Friday

It’s Tuesday

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It’s Tuesday. Just another Tuesday. But the Tuesday I tell you, dear friend and reader, that I am now a writer. Yours, present, in the public domain, honest and bearing of my thoughts and feelings and, some might say, my soul.

For whatever it is worth, there will be no more trying. No more promising to myself and others that I will get around to it. No more broken promises and u-turns. No more shame and running away in fear of imperfection. Today is the day, and it will be the same day of the week, every week, for the next year, that I come to you and speak.

I will tell you things.

Stories. For I have lived rich and simple, travelling far and wide. I have many stories to tell. I read stories all my young life, thanks to my mother who read them to me and taught me to love stories. Tracy Chapman, a musical hero of mine, once said that books were windows to the world. Indeed, at fifteen, I stopped reading and dreamed of travelling the world.

Many years later, in a university classroom, I learned the power of storytelling and its power to change lives, even communities. I became a poor actor, a very good director, a teacher of drama and English, terrified of the insurmountable challenge ahead of me. Simultaneously I have been down roads as a songwriter that brought me to many stops and starts, points of confusion about one question: what did I want to do with my life?

I will share with you other things also, in this forum I have created for my own resoundingly lonely voice. And I hope your thoughts will be the echo of mine, changed by what you have heard, unique in your own way, and we can dialogue about the meaning of life. I would like that. I do better when I know someone is listening.

I think I may talk about a handful of matters near and dear to my heart, and these I will refrain from naming at present. Let it be a surprise. For awhile, as my friends from the Philippines say.

It’s Tuesday. This is what I want to say to you. You know where to find me on Tuesday.

You Get To Choose

You get to choose the way you respond to life. In all its mundaneness and glory, you get to choose. This commencement speech to graduates by author David Foster Wallace says it all.

Stephen Covey, author of The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, a book on personal growth and self accountability that touched my life once upon a time, also spoke of the importance of recognising that each one of us can choose to see the world as though the world evolves around us. Or we can choose to see the world with an understanding that every living person in it is having an experience, which we are not likely to be privy to.

We can choose to judge others, bemoan others and complain that others are to blame for our experiences; ie. we can take a cynical view of the world and of others who share it with us and convince ourselves that others are selfish and out to do what they do at our expense. We can justify our own negativity, lashing out, criticisms, inability to show kindness, you name it. Or we can choose to practice acceptance, and let that be the foundation of resilience. We can choose to practice empathy, without all the details and without knowing the full experience of others. We can simply choose to learn patience and let that sink in as a quality worth having.

I love this. It is a good reminder of how to live in the world.

You Rise

You rise early because you sleep early. You wonder if this is good. Will you tire midway through the morning? Will you go speechless and dumb and nod your head and lean on your hand resting on your elbow and rock dumbly thinking, “Day, will you end now?” No.

You will find a sacred space in that peace. No one talks. No one drives by. No one walks near. You sit and need not even close your eyes to find the meditation. For the meditation is in the practice of rising against your tiredness. The flow of a day begins with the day breaking into your consciousness like a wave creeps towards the dunes and, by god, the cool disappears with the warmth of a sun rising over them.

What you imagine fills you with a rotund satisfaction. If it is good, if you love it, if you nurture it, if you give it space, if you believe in it, if you surrender to it, if you open to it, if you have heart for it, if you only will give it your sustenance, some little attention for but minutes of your day, perhaps in this early morning, you might actually find…you grow.

So, grow.

How does it feel?

Birds call to one another and this is your cue: the meditation is over. Your day will be beautiful, even if it is bleak. Your sun will rise and shine even if behind a cloud. Your rain will be warm and you will not feel it because you are strong enough to open your eyes and see what you see without judgement, with only an open heart.

Signs

Signs. Signals. Hints. Suggestions.

You trip over them. They hit you on the head. You’re smacked in the proverbial ‘face’ with them (or you come face to face with your truth, which you may not recognize at first, until it hurts). They come to you in conversations, through readings, through direct experience, through events that happen in life, through the jealousy you feel over what others have in their lives that you do not, and more. What’s going on here?

You know. There are signs and signals that you are meant to heed, and they exist and make themselves known to you because, in a moment, something in you understands very well what you need for your well being. Or that understanding comes in the form of recognizing what it is you do not need for your well being. What are the signs that you are not paying attention to?

In a word, are you happy? If not, why not? Ask yourself what tells you you are not. What are the signs? Or ask yourself what you are not happy with, and make a list. Then ask yourself: if I could be, do and have anything (it is a simple, strong, good place to start), what would it be?

At the end of this exercise, ask yourself how you feel. Chances are, if you feel better, you’ve started to get in touch what something you haven’t been listening to. That’s good work and work enough for today.

One piece of homework: watch for the signs of possibility. Report back if you have any success with this.

– Lorelei Loveridge

Dream

Ever had a dream that persisted? Some call it a calling or a whisper, a sign of something to come. Sometimes – in those dreams that come in the night – a different kind of dream – the dream is nonsensical. Jungian analysis helps with that.

Draw two lines down a page, vertically splitting a page into thirds. Write the the dream down in bits, slicing each concept, moment, person, entrance, exit into a ‘line’. Disassociate from the dream in the next column and write down what you associate with on each line. So, if you dream about screwing in a lightbulb, forget the storyline, and just respond to the concept of lightbulb or screwing in a lightbulb. Danger? Lighting up your life? The third column is for you to take each ‘part of you that is’ each part of the second column (your associations) and to talk about how each part of you relates to the other, or how each part is experiencing something else. It is remarkable how easy it is to make sense of a nonsensical dream.

Dreams. Tune into them. Trust them. Listen to them. They are the whisperings and the callings of your soul. What are your dreams? And what do your night dreams tell you about you?

Share if you feel like it, and tell me if you have a dream that means something to you.

First Day

January 1st isn’t the ‘new year’ for everyone on the planet. For some like the Chinese and like Muslims who also follow a non-Gregorian calendar, the new year is celebrated on a different date, and for others, the first day is every day, because they live like Buddhas in devotion of the now, believing now is all there is. Tomorrow is an illusion. Yesterday is gone but for memories which you can choose to indulge or not. What is important is that you have moments like this to take stock of the path you’ve been on.

Some say, don’t utter a word of your resolutions. There’s merit in that. Keeping them to yourself keeps inside an energy, a slow burn, a desire to prove, achieve and get there. Have you noticed? The last time you declared yourself and your intention, did you keep your promise to yourself, or did it fizzle away and did you shamefully say nothing more while you struggled to understand why you did that?

Keep your promises to yourself. Don’t let them leak away with the rain, the responsibilities, the dampness of the world, the distractions, the desolation that sometimes can hit you when you’ve passed your euphoria with the births, joys, hardships and deaths in a day and in a life. There are reasons, like the seasons, to come back to your inner self and listen. There are promises that show up just by listening. What are they?

A resolution is a promise to yourself that you are worthy of your own gifts to you. Your resolutions may be tangible or intangible, but they are all important and worthy of your love and nurturance. So, keep your resolutions under your tongue and begin. It is the first day of the year, and every day is a first day in the eyes of a master. Begin your self mastery with the promise to love you. The rest will follow.

– Lorelei Loveridge

Early mornings

There is nothing like an early morning to get you started. The quiet of the day seeps into your soul and gives you the strongest foundation from which to go forward.

Sit in a room which is sealed off from the street, if you can. The silence is fulfilling.

Your thoughts have room to grow. Your heart has space to feel.

Early mornings are the antidote to busy days…and busy nights.

For there is nothing like privately sitting with one’s own soul to wake one up properly to life after life has taken its lovely toll.